A common theme (working on it.) the 21st

Ripped and stuff. We are up we wake up. There’s stuff around there’s junk around. We pick up the slang, here. We pick up things, and take them. Somewhere, something. We feel. Or not. Anyway, she’s still right next to me. I’m not sure if they’re really here, sleeping, or not. It’s a. Situation. We leave. We’re gone.